Forever Loved. (Papaw Duck.)
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He was an Artist in his own right,
and the wrench in his hand a painbrush;
every machine his canvas.
Many late nights were spent under the
bellies of those metal beasts;
with his mind set in determination,
and calloused palms greased.
(working until the moon dropped
down into the face of the deep.)
A father who built and restored life,
never seeking glory, or recognition
for the things he often sacrificed.
A Mans Man.
Loving Husband.
Papaw Duck.
Gone, but Never Forgotten.
(Forever Loved.)
J.Stephen.H.
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